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   Sara and the Suit by Hypnotist DG







   Introduction: Some things are better left alone as a young girl soon
finds out.









   ?







   Chapter 1

   Sara saw her Dad leave the house from her bedroom window.  She waited
until he was in his car and driving away from the house before she went to
his room.  His birthday was coming up and she wasn't sure of his clothing
size, so wanted to sneak into his room to find out.  She didn't have much
money from the little bit of babysitting she did on non-school nights, but
it was enough to buy something nice for him.  She wasn't sure if she had
enough for a shirt and some shorts, so she wanted to check on both sizes.
He was off to work, so she had plenty of time to investigate and then buy
something at the local Mall because school was closed for President's Day.

   When she entered the room, Sara saw the mess all along the floor.  It
was mostly clothes that missed the laundry basket he had stuffed in the
corner of the room on top of some shoe boxes.  She knew that since Mom died
a few years back, he was pretty tired from having to work so hard to keep
their lifestyle the way it was.  Sara loved her father very much for all
the things he did for them, but especially to never let it show on his face
how beat down he was at times.  Sara overheard some of the phone
conversations he had with her Grandmother and Grandfather about making ends
meet.  Even at 14, Sara knew things were hard and appreciated everything
she had and never asked for more than she needed.

   As much as Sara wanted to clean up the mess, she also didn't want him to
know he was in his room.  She usually respected his privacy and never came
in there without his permission, but for his birthday present, there had to
be an exception.  She went to his closet which was off its tracks, so she
had to muscle it open to see inside.  She had to laugh at all the business
shirts and pants wrapped in dry cleaner plastic.  Sara would iron his
clothes if he would just asked, but her Dad was too proud to do so.  Being
a little naive in buying clothes for men, she wasn't sure if the shirt size
for business clothes would be the same as t-shirts or polo shirts.  She
read 15 1/2 and was expecting to see x-large or large or something of that
nature.

   She couldn't move the sliding door anymore than it was moved all ready,
so she walked into the closet to see what else he might have in there, Sara
pulled on the old metal links that extended from the lightbulb in the
closet and the light snapped on rather brightly.  She immediately saw an
old trunk in the back corner of the closet.  Out of curiosity, she decided
to look what was in the trunk before checking on more shirt sizes.  When
she opened it, her heart skipped a beat.  It was mom's old clothes.

   Sara really missed her a lot, and loved the caring way her mother took
care of her.  Every night before Sara went to bed she was always asked what
was for breakfast tomorrow as if she knew the menu.  If she said, "bacon
and eggs", 2 days later there were bacon and eggs.  If she said, "blueberry
pancakes", 2 days later there were blueberry pancakes.  It was always 2
days later, which Sara always got a kick out of.  Sara tried to challenge
her every now and then, but even if it was mango juice and turkey sausage
links, it was on the table waiting for her 2 days later.

   Her Dad often said to Sara that she had her mother's green eyes, blond
hair and bronzed complexion.  She wasn't sure if she looked exactly like
her mom, but that much was true.  She died when she was 11, a little more
than 3 years ago, and it still made her cry when she thought about it. 
Sara pulled out a summery flower print dress that she remembered her mother
wearing to Sunday mass.  Her mother always made clothes look glamorous.  As
she backed out of the closet Sara looked at it with her arms extended as if
she could recapture the memory even more.  Catching herself in the full
length mirror on the wall she held the dress up to herself.  She seemed
close to her mother's height and size, although she might lack a little of
the body maturity her mother had, it still might come close to fitting her.
Wondering just that, she decided it wouldn't hurt to honor her memory with
trying it on.

   She removed her blue, yellow and white flannel pajamas and tried on the
similarly colored floral dress.  She gleely noticed they had the same taste
in colors as she buttoned the dress up.  Once she had it completely on,
Sara was surprised how wonderful she looked in it.  Her chest was only a
blossoming 32b as compared to her Mother who might have been somewhere
between a c and d cup, and there lied the only difference in how it fit the
young teenager.  She spun elegantly around admiring her new look.  Sara
wondered what else she possibly could try on, so before she got her
mother's dress all dusty, she removed it and went back into the closet with
only panties and socks to find the next outfit.

   Trying to move the chest to better lighting was too much for Sara, so
she just had to pull one piece out at a time and examine it in the fully
lit bedroom.  Finding a few sweaters and jeans and a couple of t-shirts,
she tried on just about everything.  The pants slid down her hips, so they
didn't really work too well, but the tops were a good fit.  One of the
light blue sweaters was so nice, she felt like keeping it, but she knew
better, so she folded it up with the other clothes she had piled on her
dad's bed.  Everything was in pretty good shape surprisingly after all the
time that went by.  There was a bit of a musty smell on most of the items,
but it really wasn't too bad.  Towards the bottom of the trunk, there was
this wrinkly silver object Sara wasn't too sure if it was clothes or
something else.  As she pulled it from the trunk, an extended wire came out
of the box with it.  Getting it back into the bedroom, Sara still wasn't
sure what she was looking at.

   It looked like a full-body space suit with various black patches or
attachments around the suit in different places.  The wire that extended
from the suit was nothing more than a plug for a wall socket.  Sara thought
at first it was something out of the 70s, but she really wasn't sure what
to make of it.  It was quite wrinkly with lines, so Sara thought it must
have aged a bit from the storage.  She wanted to try it on, but decided to
plug it in first just in case something went wrong.  There was a slight
humming sound coming from the suit, but it was barely noticeable.  Maybe it
was for working out or a losing weight, Sara thought to herself.

   She decided to try it on to see what it felt like.  Realizing that the
wire extended from a small hole in the suit, Sara moved back to the bed and
sat down at the edge.  The wire still came out of the suit with no problem
and she pulled it some more so it wouldn't interfere with her putting the
suit on.  Placing her feet in first, then pulling the suit up to her legs
and then to her hips and butt, the suit swam loosely about her.  She
continued to place her upper body into the suit and zipped it in up as far
as her neck.  She looked at the mirror and laughed uncontrollably at the
sight of herself.  She looked like the tin man from the movie, Wizard of
Oz, except with a wrinkly tin covering.  The thing didn't fit at all, it
was so big on her.  It would surprise her if she could walk too far in it.
Her mother must have worn this for Halloween, she thought and giggled some
more at her foolishness.  What was the plug for though?  She wanted to see
if the wire into the suit went anywhere specifically, but before she could
trace the connection, she felt an object in a side pocket by her waist. 
Pulling it out she saw a small black remote control the size and shape of a
saltine cracker.  There were indicator lights in several locations around
some of the buttons.  There was a red button alone in the top corner that
read "power/off", and 2 rows of silver buttons that read:

   "speed +", "speed -", "heat +", "heat -", "Upper", "Lower", "Full Body",
"S & M", "Oil" and "Timed"

   After hitting the power button, Sara slapped her forehead and realized
the batteries must be dead.  Unsnapping the back of the remote, she smiled
and knew the problem wasn't the batteries being dead because there weren't
any.  Wanting so much to see what the suit did, she climbed out of the suit
and ran downstairs to the kitchen to find what appeared to be a triple A
battery.  Going through the draw that had all the batteries, she found one
that fit just fine.  Hitting the power button she saw the light flicker, so
she knew she was in business.  She hastily cleaned up the mess she made and
ran back upstairs.

   Upon getting back to her dad's bedroom she noticed a grease mark of some
sort on her panties.  She took some tissues to clean the inside of the suit
and wiped it clean but found small traces of oily grease throughout the
inside of the suit which took more effort than expected.  Not wanting to
further stain her panties or socks, she removed them both before zipping
the suit back up to her neck.  This time she noticed a loose strap by the
neck that snapped over the zipper and slid like a belt into the side of the
neck and locked into place hiding the zipper from view.  Sara figured it
was to prevent the chin or neck from being cut for the metal edge of the
zipper.  It didn't make her look anymore fashionable so she didn't care
either way.

   Not knowing what to expect, she braced herself as she depressed the
power button, and instantly a hissing sound came from somewhere in the
suit. She felt the suit shift somewhat against her.  As seconds elapsed,
the suit started to squeeze tightly, yet quite comfortably against her
naked body.  She noticed this first around her feet and legs where the suit
started to take her shape as the silvery wrinkles slowly smoothed
themselves out to a skin-tight layer of shiny material.  Her hips completed
the lower body transformation and she was absolutely astonished how painted
on the suit was now appearing.  As the wrinkles cleared their way up her
stomach, she felt it somewhat encase her breasts rather than simply cover
them.  The skin tightness of the suit finished finally all the way up to
her neck and shoulders.  There were small black patches all along the suit,
mostly concentrated on different places on her legs, stomach, back,
shoulders, neck and chest.  There was also a rather large black covering in
the shape of a cheese wedge surrounding her most private of areas.  It
extended about 6" from the body and was odd in the relative look of the
suit.

   Looking at herself in the mirror, Sara was surprised how her body
looked. If it wasn't for the odd black triangle and patches, her body's
shapely figure looked as if she was painted silver.  Every shapely curve
was accentuated and because she kept in good physical shape, even the
grooves of her tight stomach and muscled legs stood out.  She admired her
appearance and felt somewhat comfortable with this second skin.  The
appearance was reminescent to a funhouse mirror, so very shiney although it
was hard to see your face without looking distorted.  The texture had such
a silky smooth feeling much like satin or silk, but better.  The only thing
she could compare it to in her mind was like a sheet of ice, but minus the
cold.

   Interested in testing one of the other buttons, Sara hit the "Timed"
button, a green light in the remote went on, but nothing else happened. 
She waited a little while before she hit it again, a second green light
went on next to the other one, but still nothing happened.  She went to the
"heat+" button and a red light went on next to the first green light. 
Immediately Sara felt a wave of warmth enter the suit.  It was not hot,
just a nice warm feel.  She hit the "heat -", the red light disappeared and
the suit took about a minute, but the temperature returned to where it was.
Next, Sara hit the "heat +" twice, two red lights appeared and was followed
by a stronger feeling of warmth.  It was very comfortable to Sara.

   Hitting the "Upper" button next she felt a massage on her shoulders and
neck, and with the heat it gave a pleasant relaxing feeling.  She laid back
on the bed and enjoyed the feeling.  Sara was definitely liking this suit,
and once she realized it was some kind of high tech massaging device, she
knew that speed would make it a deeper massage.  Hitting the "speed +"
button a couple of times confirmed that fact.  The massage got stronger and
more intense and she started to feel a slight pulsing massage on her
breasts.  It gave Sara a bit of a strange feeling, but nice and she enjoyed
it more and more as the heat added to the pleasure.

   Realizing what the "Lower" button was, she felt if she was going to
enjoy the massage, the "Full Body" would be the next choice to make.  When
she hit the button, the upper massage, started anew with the shoulders and
neck, but she also felt her feet rubbed intensely.  She put her whole body
on her dad's bed and laid back trying to just enjoy all the sensations of
the suit.  The suit was working her shoulders and feet so good, she just
had to lay there and close her eyes.  Sara had plenty of time to get to the
business at hand in regards to her Father's clothing, but for now she would
relish in her Mother's massage suit.

   With one eye open she depressed the "speed +" button of the remote once
more, and the intensity increased yet again.  The massage worked-up her
calves and ankles and it felt so relaxing and good.  All the tension was
leaving her body.  Her lower back felt a bit rubbing now and this relaxed
her even further.  Suddenly, the relaxation took a new turn and again Sara
felt the strange feeling in her breasts as she felt the rubbing center
around her nipple area.  The new sensations the blond teen was now
experiencing made her feel dreamy all over.  Sometimes in the shower she
had this fleeting feeling in her breasts, but it was brief and she didn't
think much about it.  Now her mind was focused on her chest and what the
suit was doing to her.  It was a combination of the heat and the massage,
and it was making her feel very very nice.

   As the massage worked higher up her legs she felt this growing desire
deep inside her awaken.  The way the massage worked her nipples, she
couldn't help but feel a bit tingly in her pussy region.  She really didn't
fully understand it, but she knew the sensations were building the more
rubbing she felt.  The massaging suit tenderly worked the muscles in her
thighs, and without realizing she was doing it, she parted her legs
slightly to let the massage move higher.  The massage also moved up her
back and between how relaxed she felt, the heat of the suit and how her
body was responding, she was starting to lose herself in the moment.  Then
without warning the suit stopped, the heat turned off and all of the
massaging ceased.

   Sara looked blurry-eyed at the remote and noticed all the lights had
turned off.  Needing the massage to continue she once again hit the "Timed"
button, but this time she hit it until 5 green lights came on.  She did the
same wih the "heat +", but stopped at 3 red lights.  She was going to hit
the "Full Body" right away, but she was curious about the other 2 buttons
she didn't try.  She decided to try the "Oil" button first, and as soon as
she hit it, she felt a warm liquid spread across her lower region.  It must
have been the grease she had found inside the suit, Sara thought.  It felt
really nice and warm against the tight suit, but because of the lack of
available space in the suit, the oil only spread over her ass and pussy. 
Sara wasn't really sure why they had such a feature, but then she felt a
pulsating massage right on her butt cheeks.  She felt the oil work its way
into the crack of her ass which gave her the weirdest sensation.  It was
good, but not as good as the "Full Body".  While the warm oil massage
continued, she clicked down the "S & M" button to see what kind of massage
would happen next.  It was a lot more than she would ever expect.



   Chapter 2

   Constantly the silver suit had taken Sara by surprise, but when her left
and right arm suddenly pulled away from her body in

   opposite directions, Sara became scared.  Not only was she unable to
move her arms, but the remote control which was in her right hand flew out
and landed on the floor at the side of her dad's bed.  She then felt her
legs spread as well until she lay like a big "X" on the bed.  She was
totally unable to pull her arms or legs back no matter how hard she tried.
She could move the rest of her body, but it did little good.  She started
to feel the heat grow around her still stiffened nipples.  There was a
small vibration as well, growing steadily as time progressed.  She felt so
helpless without the remote and thought that hitting the "Timed" button 5
times was a bad idea in retrospect.

   She used a lot of energy trying in vain to escape her predicament.  She
squirmed on the bed, but the more she worked to get free, the more the suit
tightened its grip on her appendages.  She felt so helpless as tears
welled-up in the young girls eyes.  The suit was getting a little hot now
and mixed with the oil and her attempts to escape, it was making her sweat
a little.  Her thoughts shifted from her trapped body to how the odd
massaging vibrations were centering around her nipples.  It felt
surprisingly good as if fingers were moving her stiff breasts in circular
motions.

   Sara looked down at her chest and she could see the suit shift with the
movements she felt within.  It looked like 2 hands were in the suit with
her.  There was a sense that the massage knew exactly how to touch her
nipples, and it sent a pleasurable shiver through her body.  She couldn't
believe how nice it was, and the spreading warmth of the suit seemed to add
to her good feelings.  There were butterflies and a bit of nervous tension
that she was experiencing in the pit of her tummy as the vibrating massage
found a steady rhythm of pressure on her hardened orbs.  Her breathing
became a bit labored as she closed her eyes and focused around the
delightfulness she was undergoing.

   With her legs spread out across the bed, she didn't notice immediately
how the massage was moving swiftly up her feet, then calves.  She was too
focused on the way the suit was playing with her budding mounds.  Once she
felt the vibrating pressure rise to her thighs, she absently unlocked her
knees just a bit and moved her hips to give access to the wonderful
stimulating leg rub.  It was similar to what she felt before when the
massage reached her thighs before shutting off.  She hoped this wasn't the
case just yet.

   Sara felt a need deep within that was completely new to her.  She wasn't
thinking much only reacting to what her body wanted.  The wetness in her
pussy that was the result to her stimulation was barely noticeable with the
oil that had spread across her lower region.  It was this slick lubrication
that was somehow enhancing and heightening the arousal that the teen was
experiencing.  She could feel the heat and slippery ointment spread across
her thighs as if hands glided inside her suit.  All of the tension from her
situation was released as her thighs were rubbed erotically to her delight.
Each of her thighs were pushed, pressed and squeezed upwards getting closer
and closer to her flower.  She felt teased as the massaging encircled
around her pussy, but never moved to touch her there.

   Opening her eyes and propping herself up the best she could, she looked
down along her body and saw the black triangle wedge over her private area.
The massaging suit rolled like waves around her chest, her stomach and
thighs.  It seemed alive the way it moved along her warm and excited body
from under the thinnest of fabric.  Yet it was the black wedge that
remained still where she felt the need the most.  The vibrating tendrils
were fully rubbing her thighs gently, yet firmly doing it in a very teasing
like manner.  Coming so close to her vagina, all she could do was to move
her hips in wanton hope for more.

   A frustrated sigh escaped the young girl as she ached to have her pussy
touched for the first time.  As her glazed over green eyes closed once
more, she returned her attention on what felt like fingers moving around
her nipples.  There was a slight suction on the tips as they were pulled
slightly from their mounds.  It felt so incredible, Sara couldn't believe
something could feel so good.  She could feel a slickness on her extended
nubs as the same lubrication she felt below was spread to her breasts as
well.  The suction felt like a small mouth and a tongue was sucking and
licking her.  The oily substance was definitively there to add to the
pleasure she felt, and it added to the experience of the suction.

   The movements on her breasts, her lower stomach and on her thighs was
definitely making her pussy tingle with excitement.  She had never felt
this kind of growing tension before and she didn't know what to do about
it. She felt trapped and helpless to her needs.  She craved the touch of
this weird silver space suit directly on her virgin territory.  She had
never masturbated, and never felt the need for it.  She was innocent to the
ways of sexual feelings up until now.  She didn't even know much about sex
or her own body.  She had no sex education in school yet, and her Dad never
brought it up.  She was more than happy to just be herself.  There were
feelings at times when a cute boy at school looked at her like she was
special.  She wasn't conceited, but she knew she was a pretty girl and her
athletic abilities kept her in great physical shape.  She was a very
muscular girl for her age and her long lanky legs were shaped like a girl
much older and mature than at 14.

   Even with her legs spread the way they were, she made herself scoot down
a little bit so she could spread her legs even further apart.  This was in
reaction to the thigh massage moving yet even closer to her wet eager slit.
She couldn't help feel the desire grow on each movement upwards along her
thighs.  Between the sucking sensation on her hard nips and the upper leg
sensual massage it was hard to think about anything else.  Suddenly and
without any warning there was a shift in the movement of the suit.  She
felt her nipples gripped, pulled, then twisted in a painful way, but at the
same time the massage from her thighs reached to the top of her pussy lips
and she felt a surge of pleasure as it touched her briefly there.

   "Uhhh," Sara squealed from the mixture of pleasure and pain.  Both her
pussy and nipples throbbed from the two different onslaughts.  Just as fast
as the mixed stimulation had arrived, it left.  While the delightful stroke
of her pussy was abandoned leaving the young girl highly aroused, the pain
in her jutting nipples was being tenderly massaged by the delicious suction
device again.  It soothed her from the sudden jolt of pain that just ran
through her body.  She was beginning to pant from the soft slick touch of
the suit.  She really wanted the erotic touch back to her pussy now, but it
was moving slowly downwards from the tops of her thighs near her knees.

   The cupboard was bare when it came to Sara's knowledge about sexual
things.  She just didn't know because her Dad never gave her the birds and
bees talk most young teens would get at her blossoming age.  She picked up
some ideas from the other girls at school, but health class had not reached
that topic yet.  She didn't have reason to really care either way up to
this point because she just wasn't the inquisitive type and her arousal
level was almost non-existent.  Now as the curves of the suit accentuated
her growing womanhood, as well as the pleasurable moans that were
breathlessly exhaled from Sara's lips, her Dad wondered why he had not had
that special chat with his daughter.  He stood unnoticed at the doorway
unable to break his eyes from the scene unfolding before him.





   Chapter 3



   Jack had not planned on coming back home, but in his hasty departure he
forgot to grab his watch.  The last thing he thought he would see upon his
return was his 14 year old daughter Sara wriggling around on his bed in an
apparent sexual fervor.  Her young, taut, muscular body was encased in
silver as if she was dipped in a fluid made of liquid glass.  Jack
recognized the pleasure suit, it was a gift he had bought his wife in a sex
shop in Japan a little prior to her death.

   They had used the pleasure suit just once, and it was something Jack had
never forgotten.  The shear ecstasy his wife Diana had from the odd
sex-wear was worth the $2500 he paid for it.  He loved her very much and
missed her dearly.  At that time, being thrust to be a single parent was
the hardest thing he ever had to go through in his life.  He didn't have
much time to grieve because he had to be strong for his daughter.  His life
became Sara's life and he did the necessary things to make her feel loved
and appreciated.  She wasn't a needy child, so it made things easier.

   There was no other women in Jack's life, and even if his sex drive was
in neutral it certainly did not reduce his craving for the opposite sex. 
His daily grind left him no opportunities to date anyone, so he just
masturbated in the shower to relieve himself of his need.  It was the way
things were, so he accepted his plight.  He sometimes watched porn movies,
which was the closest thing to sex he had since his wife was alive.  Now
here he was a few feet away from his moaning daughter who was oblivious to
his presence.  His range of emotions were from mad that his daughter would
break his trust in him, to sad that his baby girl wasn't a baby no more, to
shocked that this whole ordeal was taking place on the bed he slept in. 
Yet it was the bulge in his pants that kept him staring, intrigued at his
aroused daughter.

   Despite himself Jack was getting turned on by what his daughter was
doing or what his sexual suit was doing to her.  He could have simply
barged in and ended the sex play if he wanted to, but he was mesmerized by
the events unfolding in front of him.  He wasn't sure whether to walk away
or continue watching when Sara's arms were forced apart by the suit.  The
remote control went flying out of her hands to the opposite side of the
room.  The thing that surprised him about the sudden move was that it
seemed that Sara didn't seem prepared for it.  She was quite stupified that
the suit did such an aggressive act.  She started to fight to free herself,
but soon her legs were being slowly pulled wide apart as well.

   Jack vaguely remembered the S & M function of the suit since Diana was
reluctant to try it in their first experimentation with the suit.  He was
forced to recall the manual that came with the suit, but he was lost in his
daughter's struggle to free herself now from her predicament.  Should he
come in and act surprised and help her free herself?  All he had to do was
grab the remote and turn it off to end it.  Yet, a deeper part of his
psyche didn't want this to end.  Watching his daughter try to pull her arms
free was overwhelmingly erotic to him.  He couldn't remember ever being
turned on so much as he was now watching his daughter's sexual torment.

   Even as Sara fought to free herself, the suit was working its magic on
her all ready stimulated hot spots.  She let out a deep sigh as something
within the suit touched her just the right way and made her attempts to
escape her binds a thing of the past.  It was like all the muscles in her
body suddenly went limp and the worried wrinkles in her forehead suddenly
disappeared.  Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and her hips thrust
upwards slightly as she totally gave into the suit.  All her fight was
gone, replaced by pleasure.

   Watching his daughter as he did, a thought hit him out of the blue. 
Watching how Sara reacted to the suit's controls, Jack thought that this
was perhaps Sara's first time using the suit.  Her facial reactions were
that of a young woman experiencing pleasure for the first time.  Everything
that happened so far was a first experience for her.  Could it be, that his
young daughter was still a virgin?  He certainly was pleased with that
thought.  The idea that his little girl was all ready sexually active at 14
was bothersome enough, but that she had sex with a boy made him a little
upset.  He felt a sense of relief that she more than likely was still a
virgin.  He held on to the thought that she was just in the experimental
curious phase.

   Sara had never mentioned she had a boyfriend at school or anything of
that nature.  She didn't exactly dress like an average teenage girl.  She
didn't use makeup and she dressed more like a young boy in jerseys,
t-shirts and jeans than in some dressy fashionable way.  He didn't
encourage it either way, he just let her be herself.  He felt it was the
right thing to do.  For the first time in his life, looking at the
curvature of her bodice, and the movements from her heightened arousal, he
was seeing his little girl as a young woman.  He couldn't help not to,
because a little girl doesn't moan in pleasure from sexual excitement.  No,
she does not.

   Jack's cock throbbed almost hurtfully in his pants and he had to adjust
himself to relieve some of the hardened discomfort.  He wanted to free his
penis from his pants and stroke it, as well as some other unspeakable acts
he was allowing to enter his aroused state of mind.  Sara's muscled form
glistened against the silvery suit giving her every curve extra attention.
Her soft young breast mounds with her pert nipples gently rose up and down
as her breathing become more and more erratic.  Jack had barely noticed she
even had any breasts against her loose fitting jerseys.  She rarely wore
any form-fitting clothes.  Now the sexy suit accentuated her positives.



  
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   "Oh my God," Sara cried softly.  Her voice cracked as she tried to come
to grips with what was happening to her aroused body.  She had completely
given into her restriction and found what the suit was doing to her was
worth not being able to move.  In fact, the inability to take control was
turning her on even more.  Never in her short life had she ever felt such
extreme desire.  The feeling kept building as if for a purpose she did not
yet understand.  She was eager for more, moving her hips as much as she
could, looking for the touch she so badly needed.  Her stomach nervous,
tight with excitement as her arousal deepened.

   She felt her nipples pulled to the point of pain, but it was a pain Sara
slowly was becoming accustomed to.  She was craving the aggressive tugging
of each breast.  Although, the suctioning of her mounds was giving her
sexual delight, she ached for the mixed nipple pain and the gentle rubbing
of her pussy.  The rise of massaging tendrils along her legs was almost
torment knowing that she wanted them to stop and stay on her pussy.  It was
taking forever for it to return, and the teasing of her body was cruel to
her needs.  She writhed on the bed, moaning from the way her body was being
treated.  Sara needed to cum so badly, she just didn't know it yet.



   "Oh please touch me again," Sara shrieked.  "I need it so bad.  Why is
this machine teasing me so much?"

   Forcing her hips upward in her wanton need for her pussy to be stroked,
Sara lost all patience in the movement in the suit.  She knew what she
wanted and the suit was not providing it now.  She wanted the teasing to
stop, craving so much more.  Her nipple pleasure was only making her pussy
wetter and so very needy.  Finally, when the massaging of her thighs could
go no further, her pussy was once again felt up.  With this touch came a
sudden push to enter her slit which startled her at once, but the clitoral
stimulation, nipple play quieted her protests and she just let the slight
intrusion of her pussy channel happen.  Yet, it stopped and withdrew
quickly.  With it she felt her pussy walls beckon for more as if they had a
mind of their own clutching at whatever it was that had invaded her.  All
of the pleasure was overwhelming her young mind at once and she didn't have
time to make sense of anything that was happening to her.

   Sara felt the stirring of an orgasm rise within her as the pulsing,
vibrating attack on her clit, and the tugging of her slick nipples started
to increase in tempo.  She thrashed on the bed and moaned aloud as she did
not resist in the slightest for what was happening now.  She did not
unerstand, but a part of her knew the pleasure was reaching its peak and
she would have a reward soon enough.  She was there at the point of no
return, her body on the verge of Nirvana and the pleasures that lied
within. Just as she was about to climax and fulfill that unrelenting need
to succumb to her new womanly desire, the suit stopped suddenly.  Sara had
thought immediately to her displeasure, that time had run out again.  Yet,
it was the furthest thing from the truth.





   Chapter 4

   Jack stood over his little girl with remote in hand.  As much as he
wanted to watch her cum to his sex toy right then and there, he had a
deeper need to control the situation.  He couldn't just let his little girl
have her first orgasm by mistake.  No way.  So as soon as she was at her
peak, he depressed the pause button on the remote.  He had lost himself as
Father and now let his sexual desire dictate his actions.  Was there any
rationale left within him at this moment?  It was fleeting at best, having
wiped the drool from the corners of his mouth while he stared down at the
heaving chest of his little girl.  Her breathlessness of her excited body
in that tight silver suit made his stomach churn for what was underneath it
all.

   Once the engines were halted on the sexual attire so to speak, Sara
looked up to find out what had happened and her heart skipped a beat as her
Daddy starred wild-eyed at her.  It was a look she had never seen before.
It was like he was looking at her like a stranger for the first time.  She
had so many emotions going on now.  From being caught by her Dad suddenly
without notice, to the embarrassment in wearing such a suit which exposed
the outlines of her nakedness, to feeling the need to satisfy something
animal within her.  She couldn't even catch her breath to say something and
if she did, what would she say to explain her predicament?  She wanted her
Father to break the ice, but he just stared down at her.  She wanted him to
say something at least while she had a chance to catch her breath, but the
longer he stood there, the more uncomfortable and awkward it became.

   When she realized that not only had the massaging element of the suit
ceased, but her limbs were also free, she started to relax and drew her
legs and arms together.  As soon as she did that, she felt the suit come to
life and pull both her arms and legs back to where they originally were,
helpless.  She looked at her Dad and saw the light of the remote control
flicker and knew he had caused her to be trapped again in this position. 
He just shook his head at her and waved a finger in a "no" type of gesture.




   "Sorry Sara," He announced, "you need to be punished for violating my
trust in you."



   "But Dad," Sara replied barely audible behind her heavy breathing.



   "But Dad nothing," Jack interrupted harshly.  "I taught you better.  You
should never have put your Mother's gift that I gave her on." Jack was
thinking on his feet.  He wanted to justify the borders he was about to
cross.  His sexual depravity urged him along and he couldn't stop now even
if he wanted to.  His cock was throbbing in his pants and he had a craving
that needed to be fulfilled.  Going to work would have to wait, he needed
to quench his thirst for his daughter's flesh.



   "I am sorry Dad," Sara cried, "I didn't know what it was when I put it
on.  I am so..."



   "Shush!" Jack ordered, cutting Sara's pleas off.  "You put it on, and
anything beyond that is meaningless.  You should never have done that.  Now
I am forced to punish you to teach you a lesson about privacy."



   "Please Dad, I am so sorry.  I promise I won't do it again." Sara
started to cry, scared at the way her Father was looking at her in this
prone position.  Her breathing was still erratic and her blossoming chest
still erect from the pleasure that the suit had forced upon her, moved up
and down catching her Father's leering gaze.  It scared her to have him
look at her this way.

   A part of her was curious to why he couldn't look away from her breasts
and meet her eyes square on.  Did he like looking at her barely exposed
like this?  She didn't understand the male psyche and what made them tick.
Boys at school pulled her hair and punched her, but once in a while they
elbowed her in the chest and apologized telling Sara it was an accident. 
Accidents that seemed to happen a lot.  She thought perhaps they were
curious to know what it was like to have them because boys didn't have any.
She didn't have a large chest, somewhere between a 32 A or B cup.  She had
both bras and wasn't sure which felt more comfortable, so she wore them
both.  Yet because she liked to run, so she wore a tight-fitting sports bra
most of the time, so she didn't bounce so much as she moved.  Since she
wore these more than the regular bras, it seemed to hide her true figure
for the most part.  It seemed with the form-fitting suit she wore now, her
figure was more than accentuated.  Her Dad seemed to be fascinated in this.

   Ignoring Sara's latest plea, he walked around with the remote and knelt
at the side of the bed.  He picked up her white cotton panties.  He held
them up for her to see.  He looked at her in the eyes and shook his head in
disapproval.  She didn't have a clue how to respond to this, so she stayed
quiet.  He then stood over her and without any forewarning he reached over
to her left breast closest to him and he laid a hand over it and gently
felt it without squeezing.



   "Dad!" Sara protested.



   "Shush, you are not in a position to question me young lady."

   Jack rolled his palm along the smooth encased orb of her breast.  He did
not wish to apply any pressure, he just wanted to remember what it was like
to feel a tit again.  He let his thumb flick the nipple as his hand glided
along the surface of her excited mound.  He noticed her grit her teeth at
the contact of her stiff protrusion.  Jack knew that she was too excitable
not to react to his touch.  When his other hand reached to encase her
second breast she tried to move away which met his angry gaze.  She was
scared enough to know her place.

   She had no clue what to say or do about her Father's molestations.  Her
instinct was to pull back, but once he shot her that look, it scared her to
the bone.  So the best thing for her to do was to just lie there and see
what he was going to do.  As if she had any choice being stuck all spread
out like a giant "X".  A part of her wanted him to trace his fingers along
her nipples, but she knew it was wrong despite her wanton needs.  When both
of his thumbs slowly brushed against her nipples she gasped from the
sensitive touch.  She fought against letting him see that kind of reaction,
but her body betrayed her.  The suit has conditioned her to react this way.
Because the massage had stopped didn't mean her body did too.

   He had her right where he wanted her.  She bit her lower lip right
before he touched her and then a low sigh escaped her, two telling signs
that she would not fight him even if she wanted too.  So he decided to
become more aggressive and pushed both thumbs into her nipples and flicked
them as he moved along the rest of her breasts.  She tried in vain to
contain herself, but her breathing became labored again and Jack knew she
was succumbing to his teasing.

   "Please don't Daddy," Sara pleaded.  She did not want her Dad to touch
her this way, even though her body told her she did.  Sara had a hard time
controlling the way her body was reacting to the stimulation.  It was
almost worse than the suit because she loved her Dad so much, and she was
afraid this would ruin their relationship.  If she resisted these feelings,
maybe her Dad would stop because.



   "Why stop Sara?" Jack returned.  "You obviously love my caresses."



   "No, it is a bit uncomfortable in this suit," she lied.

   "Oh really?" Jack responded in mockingly fashion playing with her
nipples some more.  He began rolling them in between the forefinger and
thumb of both hands.  She squirmed below him trying her best not to react,
but once a moan escaped her he knew she was a lying.



   "Please," Sara begged.  She couldn't give up without trying.

   "Please what my dear daughter?  You want me to give you what you need so
much?" He continued to roll her nipples around causing her to pant despite
her best efforts to deny the pleasure overcoming her.

   "I don't think we should do this Daddy," Sara argued.  She was losing
total control of herself.  She really didn't want him to stop at all, but
she was so confused by the events unraveling in front of her that she was
just thinking of their love for each other.  Her eyes rolled up inside of
her head as he placed his mouth on her left nipple, and even though the
suit was there, the thin material did not hide the feeling of her Daddy's
tongue and what it was doing to her.  Another long moan escaped her mouth.

   "Is that so?" He said in between sucking on her nipples as he moved his
mouth to her right one.  She writhed beneath him from his skillful mouth
play.  It was such a long time since he had his wife's nipple in his mouth.
The very memory of his former lover made him rethink his plan.  Did he
really want to deflower his daughter that he loved more than anything else
in the world?  Just for a little pleasure that was so fleeting.  He pulled
back and knelt beside the bed.

   Sara had all but given up, the pleasure was just too good, and if her
Dad wanted to do this, she loved him too much to deny him.  Besides
something more powerful inside her needed attention and she wanted it in
the worst way.



   "It is okay Daddy," Sara whispered, "I love you no matter what.  If you
need to do this, then I will let you."

   "Let me?" Jack inquired laughingly.  He chuckled at his daughter's
audacity to give him permission with something she had no right to give. 
Yes, she loved her too, but she was for him whether she wanted to or not.
Jack knew then he would fuck her, but not before she begged him too.



   "I mean," Sara began, "I love you and I want you to be happy that is
all."



   "Sara, you want this more than me."



   "No, I am doing this for you, really."

   "Tell me how much you want me to continue," Jack demanded.  He placed
his mouth on her nipples again, going back and forth between them.  She
arched her back in response to the pleasure.  SHe didn't say a word.  "Tell
me," he asked again.

   "Please Daddy," She begged once more afraid to let him know how much she
needed it.  She didn't want him to think she was some kind of slut.

   "Tell me Sara or I will stop," Jack ordered again.  When she refused to
give in.  He did as he promised and stopped.  She looked up at him panting
as if she was running a marathon.  He stood up and began to walk to the
door.

   "Daddy, please don't go," Sara asked.  She was so confused.  It was her
chance to escape this whole ordeal, yet her body had long betrayed her and
now her mind was following along.  She needed him to reach the heights of
the pleasure she was so close to know.



   "Why?" Jack stopped at the door and waited for an answer.



   "I want it, okay you happy," Sara agreed.



   "Tell me like you mean it, convince me Sara," Jack prodded.



   "I want to continue Daddy, please," Sara acknowledged.



   "Why?" Jack asked.



   "Cause, it feels good, please Daddy," Sara whined.



   "You need it, don't you, baby?" Jack teased.



   "Come on Dad, I said I did."



   "Don't make me repeat myself," Dad ordered.



   "Yes, I need it, I need it so bad," Sara begged.  She didn't even know
what she needed, but it was something she wanted in the worse way.  She
couldn't understand why her Dad was first teasing her body, now she was
teasing her in a way that had her begging for more.  She could hardly
believe that an hour ago she would rather be playing Frisbee with her
friends in the park.  Now she was begging to be touched in a sexual way by
her Father of all people.

   Her Dad walked right to the foot of the bed and went to the black box
which was positioned in front of her pussy on the silvery suit.  He was
messing with something that she couldn't see and was afraid to ask. 
Suddenly there was a pop, like from something being released from a suction
cup.  He removed the box leaving Sara's pussy exposed to his view.  She
could see a slickness there that was a mix of her own juices and the oily
substance the suit had used in the massage.  There was a mixed
embarrassment and excitement to being so exposed to her Father.  He placed
the back of his hand around the edges of where the suit and her skin met.
She realized then, that there was a thin layer of material still in front
of her pussy.  She could barely see it with her eyes, but she could feel it
when he touched her.

   Pushing against the thin transparent membrane, Jack could feel the warm,
slick feel of her pussy lips.  He let his knuckles brush softly against her
womanhood.  He saw her body quiver at his slight touch and when he came
close to her clitoris she let out the slightest of sounds in anticipation
of what was to come.  Jack then move his thumb up and let it roll her
little bud around, making his little girl moan in delight.  He was giving
her what she wanted.  He was giving her what she needed and what her body
couldn't deny.  Pleasure beyond what her young mind could comprehend.  As
he moved her clit in a way he knew would drive her body crazy, he reached
up between her spread legs and with his other hand he tweaked her left
nipple.  It wouldn't be long before she would get that elusive orgasm
because she was so close all ready.

   Her Father was pushing all the right buttons, and all the pleasure was
growing on her once more.  She knew she was so close to getting to where
she needed to go, and she wanted it so badly now.  She had zero control of
the situation, and there was something in this helpless position which
spurred her pleasure on.  There was no denying the fact that even though it
was her Dad that was supplying the pleasure for her, the love she felt for
him made it something so special.  Other people wouldn't ever understand,
but she loved him so much.  She thought that even if it was her Dad
controlling everything, and giving her something she craved so much, it was
Sara that was given her Dad something he needed to.  The touch of a female.
It seemed so right that he would be the first to do this and give her the
love she needed.

   Once Jack felt her reactions to his sexual caresses, he knew she was
within moments of cumming.  He put his mouth on his daughter's beautiful
lightly haired pussy through the thin membrane of the suit and licked her
love bud.  The immediate contact was too much for the young girl.  The
ultimate reward of all the pleasure cascading throughout her mind and body
over the past half an hour gave way to her first orgasm.  She thrashed
against his slippery appendage as he held her behind the thighs keeping her
pussy from moving away too much.  She screamed in ecstasy as wave after
wave of bliss hit her.  Never in her life had she even been prepared for
such pleasurable feelings.  It was beyond her wildest dreams.



   Chapter 5

   As she came down from her peak, Jack removed his tongue from her clit,
but his hand remained on one of her lovely tits, massage her nipple gently.
He climbed up and let his other hand join the vacant nipple in like
caresses.  As he laid his body between her legs he let his cock lay over
her pussy lips so she could feel his warmth rubbing against her.  As there
eyes locked, Jack leaned into her face and put his mouth against her soft,
puffy lips.

   Not having too much of a chance to make sense at what just happened,
Sara barely noticed her Dad remove his mouth from her pussy.  Her body was
still feeling the throes of orgasmic happiness.  She felt him shift a
little, and felt his other hand start to play with her other breast, but
she didn't fully grasp what was going on until she felt his rigid organ
between her legs.  She knew she couldn't stop him even if she wanted to,
and frankly she at this point did not want to, but there was fear as to
what it all meant.  When she opened her eyes, she locked onto his eyes as
he looked down at her.  She thought there must have been a glazed over look
from her that he knew was her admission of acceptance from the orgasm she
just had.  He smiled at her and leaned in for a kiss.  At first it
surprised her, but his rugged good looks made it more inviting.  Sara's
friends had often remarked how handsome her Dad was, but she never thought
of him in that way, until now.  His blue eyes melted into hers and they
kissed for the first time.

   She had no experience at kissing, but as if her mind knew what to do
from watching all those love stories from TV and at the movies, she gently
opened her lips for him.  Their tongues swirled as one, and the experienced
kisser he was, turned the passion up a couple of notches.  There was
something so sensual and loving in the way he kissed her and played with
her chest at the same time.  He held onto the back of her neck now with one
hand as the other hand felt up the right side of her body through the skin
covered suit.  His hand gliding along the curves of her youthfully tight
bod, feeling her respond.  He massaged the back of her neck just the way he
knew his wife Diana had enjoyed it many times in the past.  Sara responded
the same way, kissing back with vigor and passion.

   When Jack finally pulled back he looked directly into her eyes, letting
her know everything would be all right.  He then guided his cock against
the thin membrane of the suit covering her pussy.  There was a brief look
of panic in her eyes, but his own gaze settled her immediately.  She felt
the security in the blueness in his exchange with her.  Even with her
uncontrolled trepidation she felt a sense of right in the moment, and Jack
felt it too.  Whispering that everything would be fine, she nodded in
response to let Jack know she understood.  He pushed the tip of his penis
towards her pussy and the membrane stretched easily and encased his cock
like a condom as he continued to push forward more.

   Feeling angst for what was about to happen, Sara tried to relax as much
as she could.  Her Father pushed more and more of himself into her.  She
barely even had time to see his hard cock before it was in her a 1/4 of the
way.  She was frightened to see how big it was, so she was happy to only
get a glimpse of the 8 inches that her Dad was ready to insert into her
tight virgin slit.  She remained fixed on her Dad's face as it reassured
her that everything would be all right.

   Jack pushed gently against the plastic membrane of the suit until he
felt Sara's slippery pussy engulf him at the tip of his cock.  He can feel
the tug of the walls of her young snatch as he glided in deeper an inch at
a time.  He stopped once he reached the blockage of her hymen.  He would
have her cherry in a matter of moments.  He didn't want to hurt his little
girl, but she would bleed now and there would be pain, so he comforted her
by exciting her clitoris some more with his finger tips and her left and
right nipples with his mouth.  She gasped at her Dad's teasing ways.  She
relished the skillful way he knew how to push all her buttons.  Jack knew
he wanted to get her close to orgasm again as he broke through her virgin
wall.  He sucked her nipple and scrapped his teeth gently over them,
sending shivering pleasure throughout her body.  She was ready, and so was
he.

   Sara felt another orgasm growing up within her.  Her Dad had himself
braced inside her and she waited for more, but there was the matter of her
virginity and she knew it might hurt a lot.  Just as she felt the orgasm
hit her, her Dad pushed himself into her and it was like a fierce pain that
hit suddenly.  Sara couldn't stop the pain from coming, but she also
couldn't stop the orgasm either and when it hit she was engulfed in it, and
the pain was secondary.  He pumped his cock in and out of her as she came
hard against the waves that pounded her.  She could barely think of all the
feelings, she just wanted the moment to go on forever.  Skillful in his
approach, Sara's Father reached under her ass and pushed her up into him as
he pushed down into her.

   The pain from her torn skin stood no chance against the pleasure that
Jack offered her.  He fucked her until she was one long moan and cried out
for more.  His little girl, was a young lady now, and her tight hole felt
so good wrapped, snugly against his cock.  He never had such a good
fucking, even thinking back to the days with his wife.  No girl had ever
made his cock feel so good, and there was even the membrane separating
them. What would it be like if he got his dick in her with nothing to stop
himself?  This would be good though because the sperm would be caught in
the elastic of the suit condom and prevent seepage to prevent any accidents
from happening.  The last thing he would need was to impregnate his
daughter.  He wiped out that thought and continued to pound Sara for all
she was worth.  Once he felt her hips start to respond naturally on their
own, he knew their was no worry about any pain.  She wanted to be fucked,
so he gave her what they both wanted.  He wasn't sure how much he could
hold out for since her pussy was milking him for all he was worth.  He was
good, but after all this time, he knew it wouldn't be long before he
squirted his juice.

   He tried in vain to resist the oncoming sperm explosion, but it was too
late, he was way passed the point of no return.  As his orgasm hit, he
fucked her as fast as he could, kissing the nape of her neck at the same
time.  He hoped this tactic would get her off too, just like it had his
wife Diana many times before.

   "Oh Dad," Sara cried as he nuzzled her neck with his strong lips.  He
sucked and kissed her as he fucked her so fast.  She didn't think it was
possible but when she felt the warmth of the fluid escaping him, she too
felt a third orgasm start anew.  The faster he fucked her, the closer she
was to it.  As her Dad slowed to a few final hard thrusts, she came again.
Bucking wildly against him.  He fell down in a heap of exhaustion as she
felt all the energy leave her body.  Her mind was on another level from it,
as if she was in Heaven amongst the angels.

   Her Dad kissed her and she responded in the like.  Her Dad reached over
to the remote, clicked it off, and Sara was finally released.  She cuddled
with him and they both fell asleep in each others arms.







   * Author's note: Thank you for taking the time to read my story.  Feel
free to let me know what you liked or disliked about this story at my email
address: hypnotistdg@aol.com

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